Saturday, July 19, 2008

The vast nameless mountains seem to echo an old tune,along with nature's delicately sprinkled artwork of trees and rivers.The blinding wind is blowing hard against your face, that you thinkthe insides of your nose are sticking together.The rain seems to be falling with a sense of complete abandon --the way you are smiling right now;The sea suddenly appears, and takes your breath awayThe wind, water and earth seem to be playing a symphony just for youAnd just when you think everything is perfect,the moon decides to sashay downand brings a set of different hues along with her.The music continues to ring in your ears,and you decide to linger for a while longer

How easy it is to forget everything else at this moment --numb feet, shooting back pain, overflowing inbox and fast approaching deadlines...How wonderful it is to suddenly realizethat this is where you belong, this is for real;That this is all there is to it,This is you.

Who reads this stuff, anyway?

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It’s so weird when people ask you who you are and you end up offering details about what you do.
I am still figuring out who I am but I'll tell you some of what I do. I work. I write. I read. I love poetry. I am single, but sometimes I am plural. I am different people rolled into one. I am cynical. I am passionate. I love early mornings. I love late nights. I hate what comes in between. I love music. I love theatre. I can’t stand melodrama. I cannot live or survive or even exist without coffee.
That's pretty much the short version of me.